Tag: Quito

The fire crackles behind me. It is chilly and the night is dark and quiet. Light emanates from the TV in front of us playing Iron Man in Spanish. Boris, Trin, and I are sitting in the living room of Boris' house unwinding from a busy day. “What was one of your scariest... Continue Reading →

This may be a strange topic for a nomad. Given the traveling lifestyle we have adopted, the fact that freedom is something I truly cherish should be of no surprise. There are so many things that can enslave us: dictators, debt, false beliefs or even marriage. I have spent years cutting one chain at a... Continue Reading →